Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.